Every night I stare outside of my room
I am too scared to leave
To be free
To be honest
I want to have a future
But I know
To be free
You must first
Tell the truth
I've opened my mind now
A new stretch
My imagination is free
I am honest
I am telling you the truth
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Author:
A piece of luggage (Pseudonym) (
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